That's a very useful point of contact. The lyric, with its deceptive simplicity, its way of drowning the personal in something "larger" -- may we call it the expression of a collective voice? -- has been shoved to the wayside in recent re-doings of poetic history and canon-re-formations. Perhaps it's the modesty, the ego-lessness, that bothers people. But yes, to sense in these two great poets an affinity of spirit (ah, another currently proscribed term!) helps us to better understand and appreciate both, and to deepen our experience of and meditation upon their great gifts.

To be "child-like" and to be "wise", in the same moment -- surely this way of fathoming the unfathomable, accepting and embracing the mystery, is something rare, beyond method, shared across the span of a century by these two wonderful poets.

How fortunate we are to have them to turn to. In -- dare I suggest -- a time which perhaps scarcely deserves the wonders they have to offer?

So light, yet with an ability to lift us up, out of the weight of being human, that, one might wish to say, almost defies gravity.

That lovely little open-eyed moment of awe before a snow flake may have been writ long ago, but I can feel it fluttering down and touching the tip of my nose... and dripping... so that I can taste it -- in this moment, now.